Sentimentality

I need better memories

He said he was sentimental about the kitchen life.

I'll miss it sometimes, the shift drink, the dirty jokes,

It lasts until I get to the memories olfactory.

Touch memories trail them to the dance,

They waltz in pairs, until they clog the drain:

wet feet, dish-pit stench in my holey sneakers, that's enough sentimentality for today.

Quite.